Keia Pule i ka PPH
Cross-posted at Facebook.
I've been following the election too damn closely these last few seventeen weeks months, and I'm starting to get that "I can see through the Matrix" feeling. You know, that feeling where every news outlet, mainstream or non-trad, is coming across as part of the propaganda machine and is putting cameras in my house and chemicals in my food. I've decided to take a break from it this week and try to focus on the local news here in Auckland. Of course it doesn't help that New Zealand's news is riddled with political commentary from Shakira and stories about fried testicles. Sigh... It's gonna be a long week.
Been reading Michener's "The Source" lately. It's a novel that deals with the development of the major religions and cultures in Israel over the last 10,000 years or so, from an archaeological perspective. Primarily, it has highlighted my ignorance about the history of the Near East and major movements of people in that region. I'm putting that down on my list of things to do once the thesis is complete.
Speaking of which, lots of work to do on the model; I've been playing with the formatting and reducing spatial complexity. Basically, I'm coming to the conclusion that the area I'm trying to model is so small that space is largely inconsequential, and I can reduce the complications in programming by eliminating it for the time being. Once I've completed this initial model, I'll be able to blah blah blah agent-oriented blah blah blah.
Looked into picking up a grill this weekend. Our previous model has, shall we say, undercooked it's last sausage.
This week in whining about living abroad: Charcoal BBQs. Charcoal in NZ doesn't mean briquettes like it does in the States; often times it just means burned pieces of wood. Additionally, lighter fluid is a rare find, so you have to resort to these smelly little cubes that have a low incidence of actually starting a fire. Verdict: Get a gas grill or expect to spend a good part of your summer frustrated and smelling like little cubes.
Despite BBQ season being pretty much done and dusted, we're of course willing to brave the damp if we end up tracking down a decent grill. More on that as it develops (maybe).
Back to the grind. More later.
I've been following the election too damn closely these last few seventeen weeks months, and I'm starting to get that "I can see through the Matrix" feeling. You know, that feeling where every news outlet, mainstream or non-trad, is coming across as part of the propaganda machine and is putting cameras in my house and chemicals in my food. I've decided to take a break from it this week and try to focus on the local news here in Auckland. Of course it doesn't help that New Zealand's news is riddled with political commentary from Shakira and stories about fried testicles. Sigh... It's gonna be a long week.
Been reading Michener's "The Source" lately. It's a novel that deals with the development of the major religions and cultures in Israel over the last 10,000 years or so, from an archaeological perspective. Primarily, it has highlighted my ignorance about the history of the Near East and major movements of people in that region. I'm putting that down on my list of things to do once the thesis is complete.
Speaking of which, lots of work to do on the model; I've been playing with the formatting and reducing spatial complexity. Basically, I'm coming to the conclusion that the area I'm trying to model is so small that space is largely inconsequential, and I can reduce the complications in programming by eliminating it for the time being. Once I've completed this initial model, I'll be able to blah blah blah agent-oriented blah blah blah.
Looked into picking up a grill this weekend. Our previous model has, shall we say, undercooked it's last sausage.
This week in whining about living abroad: Charcoal BBQs. Charcoal in NZ doesn't mean briquettes like it does in the States; often times it just means burned pieces of wood. Additionally, lighter fluid is a rare find, so you have to resort to these smelly little cubes that have a low incidence of actually starting a fire. Verdict: Get a gas grill or expect to spend a good part of your summer frustrated and smelling like little cubes.
Despite BBQ season being pretty much done and dusted, we're of course willing to brave the damp if we end up tracking down a decent grill. More on that as it develops (maybe).
Back to the grind. More later.